Sunday, February 8, 2028
| Time: 05:45 AM (Siberian Front)
The frozen Siberian air was no longer a pure, arctic chill; it had been corrupted by the heavy, metallic scent of iron and the boiling stench of emerald ichor. In the distance, the world's premier S-Rankers—Isadora, Juliette, and Kenji—stood as silent statues. They were no longer the protagonists of this war. They were merely witnesses to the birth of a new God, terrified by the sheer magnitude of the power being unleashed before them.
Rudra, known now to the four billion people watching as the Black-Masked Reaper, loomed over the battlefield like an impending apocalypse. Before him stood the remaining 14,500 S-Rank Void Monsters, a sea of predatory shadows that attempted to converge. They snarled and channeled their collective mana, but behind the obsidian mask, Rudra's violet eyes held only one sentence for them: Absolute Erasure.
The Half-Point Massacre
Rudra drove his Void Darksmith Greatsword into the heart of the ice. The entire Siberian plateau buckled as if struck by a 9.0 magnitude earthquake. He had funneled the concentrated weight of his 435 \text{ Strength} into that single, localized seismic strike.
The frozen surface didn't just crack; it pulverized, swallowing thousands of monsters into the dark abyss of the arctic sea below. But Rudra was not done. He did not let them fall into the merciful embrace of the ocean.
"Dominance."
A colossal wave of violet mana erupted, pinning the monsters in mid-air. Their internal mana-flow was disrupted so violently that they became paralyzed within their own bodies, suspended in a state of 'Stasis.' Rudra began to walk through the suspended horde. This was not a battle; it was a harvest.
He did not swing his sword. He simply moved through them, and every monster he passed was dismantled by hand with grotesque brutality. He tore spines from ethereal bodies and crushed skulls with casual flickers of his fingers. Within ten minutes, half of the remaining legion—7,250 S-Rank monsters—had been reduced to a heap of cooling remains.
[GLUTTONY ACTIVATED: 7,250 S-RANK SOULS DEVOURED]
[BASE MP SURGING: +145,000 MP GAINED]
His MP and Level were climbing at non-linear rates, yet Rudra's focus remained cold and singular. His mask was drenched in gore, but his thirst for retribution was far from quenched.
The Agony of the Emerald King
Rudra did not pause to celebrate the massacre. He turned his attention back to the crater where the Emerald Guardian lay pinned. The condition of the Boss was so horrific that global news agencies had begun blurring the feed to spare the viewers.
The Guardian's crystalline structure was 60\% destroyed, yet Rudra deemed this insufficient.
"You thought taking a Lion's life would be the end of your trial?" Rudra's voice was a toxic hiss, vibrating directly into the Guardian's auditory receptors.
He activated Magic Caster: Fire, but instead of a broad blast, he shaped the mana into a singular, high-frequency 'Mana-Saw.' Using the Eye of Appraiser, he located the Guardian's most sensitive mana-nerves and began to sever its crystalline limbs inch by excruciating inch.
The Guardian no longer had the strength to scream, but the flickering emerald light in its eyes betrayed a primal, pathetic plea for the end. Rudra responded by driving a Void Darksmith spike through its core, not to kill it, but to anchor its consciousness so it could feel every second of the thermal shocks he was injecting into its system. The brutality was a calculated message, one that would echo through the history of the dungeons for eternity.
The Recognition of the Sovereign
Inside the G.D.A. Command Center, Kavir removed his goggles, his face slick with cold sweat. "Over seven thousand S-Rank monsters... in less than ten minutes. This isn't Rank A. He is stepping into the territory of the Monarchs."
On the carrier, Adiraj watched the Reaper meticulously expose the Guardian's core. He understood now that Rudra wasn't just seeking revenge; he was shedding his humanity to become the apex of a new existence.
"Vikram... our brother is no longer just a man," Adiraj whispered. "He has become the new King of the Dungeons."
The Gathering of the Remnants
The remaining 7,250 monsters, trembling with a fear they were never evolved to feel, attempted one final, unified mana-strike. They believed that a swarm of wolves could still bring down a dragon if they struck as one.
Rudra stood atop the mangled Guardian and looked at the approaching wall of shadows. He raised his Greatsword toward the violet sky.
"Now," Rudra whispered. "It is your turn."
He utilized Void Darksmith to manifest thousands of 'Gravity Wells' across the ice. Monsters rushing toward him were suddenly crushed into the frost, the pressure so immense that 435 \text{ Strength} turned the very ice into ash.
The 4.2 \text{ billion} viewers witnessed the inevitable. This was Sovereign's Judgment. The fire Vikram's death had ignited was now poised to incinerate the entire Siberian front. Rudra swung his blade, and the second movement of the massacre began.
📊 Sovereign Archive: Chapter 98 Tactical Summary
Casualty Log
Void Monsters (Initial): 14,500.
Eliminated in Chapter 98: 7,250 (High-Brutality Extermination).
Remaining Forces: 7,250.
Sovereign Status
Rudra (The Reaper): Effective Combat Power is exponentially increasing due to the Gluttony intake of +145,000 \text{ Base MP}.
Target Status: Emerald Guardian (3.6 \text{B ECP}) in "Terminal Stasis."
Active Mechanics
Dominance: Neutralized 50\% of the horde's mobility instantly.
Void Darksmith: Precision structural dismantling and seismic suppression.
Magic Caster (Fire): Concentrated thermal torture.